Josh nodded along to Hank's advice. He had heard all that before, but it didn't really mean much to him yet. He'd always been able to manage just about any healing he attempted, even if sometimes he fainted in the process--the more complicated stuff was what real doctors were for, right? Like Dr. Hank. Josh listened to his description of leukemia and its treatment with interest, but the unfamiliar terms meant little to him.
"Well, first when I touched her, this girl, I could just feel the wrongness radiating out from her," Josh began by way of explanation, picking his words slowly. "The feeling was really strong, not like a broken bone or a cut or anything. I pushed back against it, but it was like--what's the phrase--trying to hold back the ocean?" He shook his head at his own poor analogy. "It sort of felt like I was burning part of the wrongness away away, but at the same time more flowed in to take the place of everything I burned. And then I pushed too hard and fainted," he finished, feeling a touch of heat rise in his cheeks at the memory. Emma had pulled him awake, but he'd been sleepy and out of sorts for several days after thanks to the drain on his energy.
Josh straightened his shoulders. "I can do better. I know I can. There's got to be some kind of trick to it--a weak point." Like the bosses in the video games he and Bobby had discovered. Bosses always had a weak point!